zero.
Okay!
This one is based off Paramore's song Swim in Silence.
One of the lines rang a bell with Us and reminded Us of the Zeroes from Loveless.
But We weren't sure which We wanted to write about
We were thinking about both
but then it just evolved into Youji by himself, so here you go. :3
Title: Zero
Author:greedchan
Characters // Pairings: Youji, Natsuo, Soubi, Nagisa // None
Rating: ???
Wordcount: 160
Type: Drabble
Warnings: Um?
Summary: He tests himself.
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Soubi is hospitable, despite their dislike for him.
He has let them into his home, allowed them room and board for nothing.
He doesn't understand why Soubi does so much for them, but he doesn't care. All he wants is to be with Natsuo now. That's enough for him. Nagisa-sensei can wait.
When Soubi leaves them alone, the first thing he does is go to the bathroom and turn on the faucet. Natsuo is sleeping. He is alone.
He kneels, hands bombarded by a relentless microcosm of a water torrent. He watches quietly. The fabric of his bandages turns gray and slips wetly off, floating at the bottom of the tub like the dregs in the bottom of his teacup. The frostbitten skin of his fingers turns pinker and pinker and becomes an angry red, but he doesn't feel a thing.
He can run the water til it burns, and he'll never feel it.
In the end, it's never enough.
This one is based off Paramore's song Swim in Silence.
One of the lines rang a bell with Us and reminded Us of the Zeroes from Loveless.
But We weren't sure which We wanted to write about
We were thinking about both
but then it just evolved into Youji by himself, so here you go. :3
Title: Zero
Author:greedchan
Characters // Pairings: Youji, Natsuo, Soubi, Nagisa // None
Rating: ???
Wordcount: 160
Type: Drabble
Warnings: Um?
Summary: He tests himself.
---
Soubi is hospitable, despite their dislike for him.
He has let them into his home, allowed them room and board for nothing.
He doesn't understand why Soubi does so much for them, but he doesn't care. All he wants is to be with Natsuo now. That's enough for him. Nagisa-sensei can wait.
When Soubi leaves them alone, the first thing he does is go to the bathroom and turn on the faucet. Natsuo is sleeping. He is alone.
He kneels, hands bombarded by a relentless microcosm of a water torrent. He watches quietly. The fabric of his bandages turns gray and slips wetly off, floating at the bottom of the tub like the dregs in the bottom of his teacup. The frostbitten skin of his fingers turns pinker and pinker and becomes an angry red, but he doesn't feel a thing.
He can run the water til it burns, and he'll never feel it.
In the end, it's never enough.